Joint Trench Clench maintains this Doktor band dedicated to absurdity, chaos, and slack. With humble origins in an alley behind a K-Mart, CLW originally contained 2 mutants, 1 guitar and 1 computer. Formed in 2001 as a hardcore abusurdist branch of El Queso Allstars, CLW became the dumping ground for all the ideas too stupid, obscene, absurd, or otherwise objectionable for other projects. Gradually, as time elapsed, gear accrued, we found that we liked making stupid, obscene, absurd music quite a bit and decided to continue.
Little did we know the impact our songs would have on the world. When the first emails came to us (about people in trailer parks, fucking dogs and then shotgunning Bud-lites until they died of alcohol poisoning) came in - we dismissed the connection. A year later, the science was in - 1 in 16 people listening to the song "I Fucked Yer Dog" would summarily fuck a dog, and then shotgun Bud-Lites to a fatal point. The song was a hit. We currently lack the funds to track the effects of all of our songs, so the data comes in slowly. An ethnic slur hurled at Gary Coleman, a mustache that shaves it's man off, a pancake with the menacing face of Vic Tayback, a place called "The Sausage" where even the sickest can be horrified, a pumpkin that commits a rape, an aging drag queen - mindlessly defecating on the floor in the cereal isle at the grocery store... many claim we are responsible for all of these things. We truly aren't sure, as the hypno-effect injection technology given to us by great Lord Xenu is stuck at random and has no manuals written in any language we can read.
Crotchless Leather Wheelchair's Friend Space (Top 22)
Just thought I'd give you a tease as I continue working on this damn project. The latest is the disembodied, sing heads of Earnest Borgnine and Charles Bronson.
THANKS FOR ADDING A.F.U.!! Can you smell what that bitch is cookin? You got it! Finger Fuck Pie. Now is the time. Tomorrow is the shit. Yesterday never forgets. Lube up that pink poop shute and get ready for those Amputations....Don't make us axe you again!
When the hell you gonna have us make you some fuckin CLW shirts! They would be great jizzrags and glory padders...common! So glad you're here! So glad you're crotchless too!
When the primordial Joint Trench members left paradise in search of pizza they forgot to bring enough weed. Now we have republicans.
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As well as advanced courses in High Pumpkinism -
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